[ Alright, time to make my form. I apologize if I mess this coding thing up, because I've never done it before LOL and we got this Mel. (^: Also sorry for how long it took, I was sick and threw up a lot. If there's anything I need to change and whatnot, let me know over PM and I will. Also, if you can't find enough people to fill certain roles, I would not be opposed to taking on a second character; if that would help.]
✘✘✘ if i never returned?
❘❙❚ "Know thy self, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories." ❚❙❘
And the hardest part in all of this is, I don't think I know my way back home.
Is it worth the journey, or do I let my heart settle here?
/NAME➟
Aman-kichii Deus Atmore-Braadiche. (Aman)
/AGE➟
20 years old, May 26th.
/GENDER➟
Female.
/ROLE➟
The Club.
/APPEARANCE➟
Physical appearance:
Although Aman is a fighter type, she looks fairly innocent and not explicitly different than the average person upon first sight. She does not tower over everyone around her, and nor does she cower beneath them, being fairly normal in stature at around 5'5". Her build could be seen as somewhat petite, but with light traces of muscle and an overall healthiness to her body; like a track-runner. Has an average bust and fairly wide hips. Even though her skin is pale it's also got a rosy tint to it, despite the fact that she hardly ever blushes. Facial feature-wise, the woman could be described as youthful and rather endearing in a cute, yet mature kind of way - if you ignore the usual blank look or frown that adorns her light pink lips. The color of her irises is a naturally lustrous violet, with some darker flecks and hues scattered around the pupil. Locks of deep, coal black hair cascade around the sides of her head and just barely brush the tops of her shoulder blades, being slightly wavy at the ends. Strands of her bangs often fall between her eyes and stay there, no matter how much she pushes them away. To note, Aman had her thick hair chopped short because she felt it got in her way too much when long. Perhaps the most prominent feature of hers are the 4 thin scars that dominate the side of her right cheek; appearing to be the work of some kind of wild creature with claws. In general, her looks are feminine but her attire of choice is anything but girly. Purposely sharpened her canine teeth to look 'tougher', won't admit this though.
Clothing and accessories:
Whatever Aman is wearing for casual wear, you will always see her with her long gray scarf draped around her neck and across her shoulders. Most often the shirt she's wearing will be a somewhat formal looking light gray button-up top, with long sleeves and a small shirt pocket on the right breast. The left sleeve is a darker shade of gray than the rest of the material, and darker than the scarf she wears. As you can tell, she is partial to wearing that color. The pants she wears are usually pretty stretchy, and usually dark in color, to allow no restrictions when running or jumping around. Her choice of footwear is steel-toed boots, since she claims they protect your feet better and serve as a back-up defense in case of an emergency. For formal occasions, Aman would wear a red corset and bustle with lacy black fringe, and the ruffled ends going no further than her thighs. The back would have a bow to hold it all together and keep the dress from slipping down. She would also put her hair in a bun instead, and tie that with a black ribbon. On a side-note, she also wears a bullet-proof vest at almost all times (doesn't protect the rest of her, though).
/PERSONALITY➟
General:
Most people would tell you that the majority of the time Aman is polite, well-mannered, and doesn't talk an awful lot. She appears to come off as emotionless and calm in most situations, with an indifferent attitude towards most people, animals, and things. The exception to this is battle - Aman
loves fighting, and will fight anyone or anything that is willing to indulge her. She doesn't intentionally hurt innocent people, but she nonetheless is a beast when it comes to combat; letting go of all manners and restraints that she usually has. In that situation, she could be described as bloodthirsty, sly, and taunting towards her opponents. Sometimes she will even get so into it that she completely disregards her allies and focuses solely on her target(s). Loves seeing bloodshed and victory.
Likes:
- Unexpectedly, reading books. Mostly ones with lots of action and suspense.
- Fighting. It gives her a rush of adrenaline that nothing else has currently been able to supply, and makes her feel in-touch with her true nature.
- Warm weather. The cold rather bothers her (one reason for the scarf), and she hates rain/snow.
- The Rook. Not in a romantic way, per se, but she admires his fighting spirit and similarly mature personality - would not say this out loud.
- Weapons. Goes with the whole fighting thing, but she will often internally fangirl over different kinds of weapons and how they work.
- Big dogs. She thinks they're much tougher and make ample bodyguards. Though she does not have one.
- Healthy foods. Believes that a warrior needs to eat well to become strong.
- Horror movies. Basically anything scary and involving lots of blood, she's all over that shit.
- Heavy music. Such as rock, metal. Stuff like that. It fits her violent behavior.
Dislikes:
- Loud noises. Her hearing is rather sensitive, and having to listen to a shrill sound is hellish for her.
- Girly, flowery stuff. As stated, she sees herself as 'tough' and owns almost no such items.
- Weak people. In her warped mind, if you can't fend for yourself, then get out.
- Swimming. She can do it but, in general, she doesn't like getting in water. Not so much hydrophobia as it is a simple dislike.
- Dolls. Pretty self-explanatory, but if she sees one she will attack them, 9 times out of 10.
- The Utopian government. Since she's a rebel and all, she doesn't agree with the system of rules set in place and believes everyone else to be sheep for following them.
Hobbies:
As you'd expect, fighting is her favorite thing to do - but she doesn't often meet many opponents who can match her level of skill. Another thing is that she's good at sewing and patching up torn fabric and the like, although she only does it if she has to. And yet another slight hobby of hers is collecting pocket watches - no particular reason for this, but she has about 5.
Strengths:
- Her resolve. It's hard to break Aman's spirit, no matter how much you beat her or torture her. She will always keep going and keep striving to improve, especially if she loses. She only sees it as a way to get stronger.
- Her bravery. She used to be a scaredy-cat as a child, but ever since she's been the courageous type to just jump into a battle or unfamiliar place without any hesitation.
- Her emotional control. In all situations excluding battle, Aman is good at regulating the way she feels. She hasn't cried for years, and even when she does experience sadness or fear she makes sure not to show it.
- Her adaptability. When fighting others, the girl is quick to judge other people's fighting style, and adjust herself to it. This doesn't mean that they can't land hits or that she never misses, but it makes it easier for her to predict their next action.
- Her speed. What Aman lacks in brute physical force, she makes up for in heightened speed and agility.
Weaknesses:
- Simple hand-to-hand melee. She's not the strongest person ever, and is much better off with a weapon in her hands than her own bare fists. If she were stripped of such things, well, she probably wouldn't hold out as well.
- Her anger. Even though her emotional control is good for everything else, Aman will become angry and hostile if someone insults her or talks down to her. She can't accept being treated as inferior to others.
- Alcohol. Gets drunk pretty easily, and often falls asleep when intoxicated. Could be easy to overpower her like this.
- Mercy. Even though Aman loves fighting anyone and everyone, she gets a little bit touchy about killing humans. If she has no other choice, then she will; but for the most part she would spare an adversary she's bested. This could very well turn out bad for her someday.
Fears:
Not too much. Aside from the obvious fear of being bitten and becoming a doll, Aman is also afraid of getting too close to others. It scares her that she could form a relationship with another person, only to see them become a doll and have to kill them, or have them stab her in the back when she trusts them. Because of this she is generally closed off and shares little personal details about herself.
Other quirks:
Cracks her knuckles a lot. It's a habit and it's 'tough'.
/HISTORY➟
Like most people in this time, the woman has a rather tragic backstory from her early years. Before the events of the virus spreading and pretty much taking over the world, Aman-kichii grew up as an only child living with a single mother, Mavenn Braadiche. This is because her father was sent to prison when she was a young age (3) for his continually abusive and overbearing nature towards the woman he loved. Since they never married, she took on both of their last names. She is ashamed of her father, though; and as such only uses her mother's maiden name. Despite the lack of presence and affection from her father, she had more than enough from the woman who raised her - even if she had to work hard to support the two of them. They lived in a small community, and Aman knew pretty much every student in her tiny elementary school and all of her nice and caring neighbors that surrounded her. As a child she studied hard, and took lessons from her mother in things such as sewing, cooking, etc. All around, life was normal, and nothing out-of-the-ordinary took place. Another important thing to note is that it was a serious bible belt - everyone in the town was a devout Christian. There were 4 churches; more than most
large towns even have. Unfortunately, the religious ways of the people who lived around her turned out to be their downfall. It was reported in multiple newspapers at the time of this event happening, but was only briefly featured on television.
When she was 9 years old, an attack focused on her town took place. A group of radical satanists calling themselves The Order raided her home with guns and fire. The police force was incredibly small and weak at this time, and the larger ones were located miles from their current location. This gave the extremists plenty of time to set fire to the churches and, consequently, the houses around them; as well as kill people and take prisoners to sacrifice to the devil, or sell on the black market for financial gain. There were screams and coughing as people tried to escape, to get to their cars and flee the horrific scene of mass homicide taking place. Less people escaped than those who did not. Fortunately, Aman was one of those lucky few, and when her mother had pushed her into the basement and hid the small girl in the laundry chute, they never found her. The same could not be said for her dear parent, who didn't have enough time to hide before the satanists broke in and stabbed the woman to near-death, leaving her to burn in the flames that would soon engulf their diminutive cottage. The little girl was forced to leave her mother behind and sneak out into the backyard while the carnage was taking place elsewhere in town, running as far as her short legs could carry her.
Afterwards she was reported as missing along with all the others whose bodies they couldn't find. But they never found her - instead, another person did. A man who called himself Kaz took her in, becoming her new guardian. His methods of teaching were very different from her mother's, though - because they specialized in the art of war. He taught her all about how to fight, how to disable her enemies, about different forms of combat... The list goes on. She wasn't sure why, but she suspects that since he was one of those men who performed shady jobs for money, he must have been looking for someone to pass his knowledge onto (as he was growing old). Surprisingly, Aman found that she
liked brawling. It was one of the few things that could make her feel so
alive, especially since she had lost pretty much all interest in things she used to like after the death of her loved ones. Later on Kaz was bitten by a doll, and she had to make the insanely difficult decision of whether she should kill the man who had become like a father to her - but as soon as he lunged at her, she'd never pressed a trigger faster in her life. She ended up using all of the ammo in the cartridge, just so she could make sure that he was
really dead. That was the last time she ever wept or blubbered to the present time. Immediately after, she fled to Utopia, as she was still human and it was one of the last places of refuge left. Upon discovering the outrageous government and the existence of The Suits, Aman was quick to join up, being the third member of the group. There, she believed she would be able to find a challenge and the opportunity to fight others and test herself in battle. She was given the title of The Club, and made it her mission to destroy those who had been afflicted with the virus - as well as work off her misery by brawling with others and using it as a sort of method to cope with the pain she'd felt.
/WEAPON➟
Aman has a very unique weapon that she calls Incendiante. These are a pair of metal gloved fists; or Dual Ranged Shot Gauntlets, as you could call it (Refer to Yang from RWBY). When inactive, Incendiante takes on the form of two simple silver bracelets attached to her wrists; useful for looking inconspicuous. In action, the bracelets shift forward to adapt to the shape of hardened gloves over her hands, and extend all the way to her elbows. With these, Aman can deliver some serious punches – even explosive ones if she hits hard enough! She's also able to stock them with ammunition, and shoot bullets from her knuckles as needed. As well as that, they can make for an adequate shield if she crosses her arms in front of her, since they're made of metal and can block a lot of attacks.
A second weapon that she uses is a rapier. When she's not using the gauntlets, she can pull out this rapier and nimbly circle around her enemy, making swift and dexterous slashes. Since it's such a light sword, it makes it easier for her to attack in quick succession; piercing through her opponent's defenses and causing multiple stab wounds. Unlike a large sword, it isn't designed for heavy swings or things like cutting off someone's head. The downside is that it's not as sturdy as a normal sword, and has a chance of breaking if she were to push it up against someone else's blade in an attempt to hold that person off.
/FIGHTING STYLE➟
During battle, Aman loses her composure and gives in to the thrill of the battle. She gets really into it - more than she should, probably - and becomes like a completely different person. Very similar to The Rook, except that she doesn't mind whether it's done ranged or melee. Her urges aren't so much homicidal as they are belligerent. She simply likes beating others and enjoys facing off with someone who can hold their own against her.
/RELATIONSHIPS➟
The people that she used to be close to are all deceased (except her dad). Now the only 'family' she has is The Suits, but most of the time she is indifferent towards the other members of her team. She thinks The Heart is too much of a pacifist, The Diamond is too over-the-top sadistic, and The Spade is just too normal. She doesn't get along with most people, but she does have a certain respect for The Rook; even though he's not exactly on her side.
/THEME SONG➟
Remedy by Seether.
Throw your dollar bills
And leave your thrills
All here with me
And speak but don't pretend
I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone
I'll die alone
But not for you
My eyes don't need to see
That ugly thing
I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
The pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
I don't need a friend
I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire
And play a while
But you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone
I'll die alone
But not for pleasure
I see my heart explode
It's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
The pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
The pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Hold your eyes closed
Take me in
Hold your eyes closed
Take me in
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
The pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
The pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"